Monday, January 26, 2009

Song for Bad Little Children

Shootin' at birds on the telephone wires
Nothin' wrong with my head
Breakin' stuff and settin' it on fire
Nothin' wrong with my head

I spit right in teacher's face
He called me a damn disgrace
I'm not bad I'm just misunderstood
If I'd been raised better
Than I'd be good
There's nothin' wrong with my head

Put some sugar in Mommy's gas tank
Nothin' wrong with my head
Left some meat in the sun until it stank
Nothin' wrong with my head
Gave it to the dog to eat
Then he puked all over our car's front seat
Nothin' wrong with my head

Mommy took me to see a shrink
She asked him, please what did he think?
I punched him right in his stupid face
Then I Kicked and screamed all over the place
The doctor says it's not my fault
It's ADD thats it, thats all
There's Nothin' wrong with my head

I burned down the grocery store
Nothin' wrong with my head
Now I don't have to go there no more
Nothin' wrong with my head
I can't go to jail
Cause I'm too young
Might as well have lots of fun
Nothin' wrong with my
Nothin' wrong with my
Nothin' wrong with my head

3 comments:

Phantom Spitter said...

That's beautiful, man.

For the "people I'd like to thank" part of your book you said you'd put me in, my name's Justin Moffitt.

kurdt said...

Cool! I got all the basic stories done, just need to revise revise revise. I think thats the hardest part: trying to get everything perfect.

J.R. Spumkin said...

Wow. That'd actually fit Slunchy's personality, if you think about it.